Able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart...
For the word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. (Hebrews 4:12)
(Tim, w/thanks to Carole, Clint, and Ginger) Babies are slaughtered each Thursday at the abortuary on South College Avenue where Planned Parenthood makes its profit off the bloodshed of innocents. Three of the souls from Church of the Good Shepherd who are there crying out for mercy each week are Carole Canfield, and Clint and Ginger Mahoney. God bless them for doing their best to break the jaws of the wicked, snatching the prey from their teeth.
Today, Carole passed on this story from their work...
It's written by Clint:
I thought all of you may get a kick out of this. It made my week.
For the past year or so Ginger and I have been reading Scripture in an orderly fashion down at Planned Parenthood. Due to various constraints we end up reading Scripture mostly to the escorts and the pro-abortion sheriff who are there every week.
We always read Romans 1 & John 3, alternately. In addition, Ginger had the idea to start reading a different chapter each week so as to finish whole books. Our goal, of course, is to ensure that these people hear God's Special Revelation each week but we hardly dared hope that our goal of forcing them to know Scripture would really work.
I wasn't there today but as Ginger was reading Romans 1, she had to cough and during her pause the sheriff, Todd, finished her sentence with mockery, "and receiving in their own persons the due penalty of their error." Then he realized what he did and looked annoyed with himself. Ginger smiled and thanked him for "hiding Scripture in his heart."
I still can't believe that God has allowed us to see His work there in this and other things. Like Thomas I end up needing to see proof and God has been kind in my weakness.
Protest sign: $5.99
Seeing Todd speak Scripture from memory: Priceless